Word had come down from
on high that the end
was about to begin.
Aimee Giggled, and then
straightened her arms,
aiming the heavy heat-
gun at the city below.
She could already see
her fellow angels
ripping through the
places of commerce,
slaying pitifully un-
comprehending humans
go
with a guesture.
No, this was not the
foretold Apocalypse,
the fiery rain of w
hich
ancient scholars had
spoken God was HUNGRY.
He thirsted for the
blood of those he had
once protected.
God had changed his
mind.
And so the great feast
began.
--cut
Hi, this is goatboy of Sane. Just doing a little ditty for bl
ender2000 :
Angels Cooking New york. wish I had some more time, i would h
ave drawn New Yorkbut you know me.. lazyass.. and its 10:45,
the deadline is 11:00 :
goatboy of sane
doodleboy@tdh.com